Nothing is really wrong, nothing is really right, and God knows everything about me

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Nothing is really wrong, nothing is really right, and God knows everything about me

Days, my boss stopped me in the hallway and asked how I felt about my situation. Was this a trick question, I thought? I didn't say how much I really wanted a byline for my portfolio. I didn't say how I thought I was overwhelmed by writing assignments and was only given proofreading assignments to clean up the group of other favorite staff editors, who sometimes wrote for a byline. I kept these things to myself because I already knew the truth would not be welcome in these circles. I was a demographer who checked a box on one of the models, the box marked “grateful” for a job anywhere in an industry among so-called colleagues, who ignored my potential contributions in favor of the substandard status quo. I had a secret counterstrike up my sleeve, ready to shake off any doubt about who I am, who I am, and who I will become. And I said, "There's nothing really wrong." "I didn't think so," replied my boss, turning away confidently. When I watched her swaying in the hallway covered in the home blanket, the whole thing hit me like tons of dirty bed sheets and dirty pillows! It had to prevent my star from shining. For her, the competition in her next promotion was represented by her male boss. Yes sure! My little lady was terrified to death of my taking her position, a situation I would have thought under any female dog, knowing all about what she had done to land herself in that ramshackle bed, in the first place, and to keep fidgeting. there. When I saw her disappear in the hallway, she revealed to me at that moment that I had nothing to fear from her at all. In fact, I had nothing to fear from anyone! Nobody can hold me back, but me, as long as I use my vertical strategies, not horizontal ones, to achieve my intellectual and professional aspirations. Below is a portion of the tools in my toolbox, full of self-created and unscientific gizmo-tested, donkey-equipped knick-knacks, gadgets, gizmos, and my wardrobe suggestions, all of which work for me and could, perhaps, be With personalized modifications, help you achieve your independent standard of best practice in life. Learn everything the system has to offer embracing all knowledge Understand and use new concepts Look for advantages in technology Seize opportunities to be innovative stay ahead Let go of trends before they become unfamiliar Don't be afraid of competition Avoid passing Looking good is important, but don't use it Cheap dress from "Youngsters' Place" Wear comfortable shoes and shoes are the best Greed is not attractive appreciation of humanity appreciate the planet Do your best And other things... Take it from me, whoever we allow to define who we are controls who we are. I decided on the day of asking the lady of my little principal that I would possess mine; Throw the key, break the mold; And any other obsolete cliché that can be applied to my situation. Never let someone break my head again and spill their poison about who I am and what I can do. This life belongs to me! I, on my own, own it! The night after my little lady's question, I came home and wrote a song suited to the occasion, not limited to the position he held in that organization, but including the totality of the person I know he could become. It was my decision to spend my time and money on education, training, travel, learning and creating what would benefit me and possibly humanity. When I finished the song, I first felt free, and it didn't matter that my boss' little lady dismissed me as inferior because I knew for a fact that she hadn't learned yet. Staring at my resignation letter on her desk the next day, she was shocked when I asked, "Who would hire a black writer in this city? No black magazines here!" She watched me put my cabin key on her desk above my letter of resignation, left her office, and quietly closed the door behind me. I knew which direction I was heading and never looked down again. Writing my song Nothing Really Wrong helped me change the direction of my life. I think my song might help you change the direction of your life if your life really needs to change. A version of this article was first published in 2021 World Pulse: An Independent Women-Led Global Social Network for Social Change. Sunny Nash is a journalist and author of "Bigmama Didn't Shop at Woolworth's" about life with her grandmother Comanche during the civil rights movement. The book was selected by the American University Press Association as a book for understanding American race relations, and was recommended by the Miami-Dade Public Library System for original collections.

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